17 June 2012
Little Princess D Was in her tower, rather blue, She was running short of undergarments And didn't know what to do. She couldn't go out in public, There was a threat posed, The wind could blow up her skirt And leave her quite exposed. She sniffled and she snuffled 'Til her little nose was raw, Her dad had banned all swans And against Pickers made a law But nothing could secure The royal washing line Even though it was guarded by the finest knights Against all things evil and benign. Tears ran down her little cheeks, 'It really isn't fair! What prince will ever marry me When I've got no knickers to wear?' Duchess @ckahn of Sparks And Princess @naaviie saw her cry, They feared there was little to be done. But the Duchess, with beady eye Remembered such a prince With a wizard close at hand Who lived not too far from Opussia Just over in the Southern Lands. She sent a little letter To the strapping lad, Said there was a maiden Who's hand was to be had. The only little problem About this Princess Was not a curse or bad omen But that she was quite kinckerless. If only he could magic up A pair of panties fine And some stockings, socks and some Prada shoes It would be most divine. The prince readied his trusty steed Along with Francisco the Wizard, He journeyed across the lands Through drought and storm and blizzard . He arrived at the castle With undergarments enchanted That no devil swan or Picker Would ever want, firmly planted On the dear Princess' person Until a magic spell 'Pantio expulsio' Was uttered, their powers to quell. The Princess was most relieved And thanked him, teary eyed Her father dear was so pleased He took the young lad aside And offered him her hand A deal's a deal I suppose And so they were wide and man. So they lived happily ever after Though he often made her huff As any time he chose he knew exactly how To get her knickers off. :O
Fin
Knickerless • Opuss № I